Friends of Yours
You think it's six in the evening
but it's six in the morning
But still those friends of yours
Keep you staring awake
Till you take on the shape
Of those friends of yours
You count the cracks in the window pane
Say it's all been too much strain
You meant to call
But you lost it all
To those friends of yours
You left the institute
With a cheap suit
And those friends of yours
You talk about your troubles
Those impossible couples
Those friends of yours